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Bitter Betrayal of Our Souls: Healing From a Loss of Passion
This morning I woke up feeling despondent and irritable. Trust was not coming easily and with that I also had lost my passion for so much of life and living.
I was about 15 when I had decided that to love, my love, was my most precious gift, the best thing about me and I would never let anyone make me bitter.
No matter what happened I would always hold onto the best part of me. I had a lot going on at the time and a lot to make anyone bitter.
It wasn’t until years later that I was told that the only way I could have achieved that, to be able to remain kind and open meant that I had to have learned how to forgive. What a surprise that was to me! I had not really had any high aspirations. I was just trying to keep me sane and on an even keel!
I lost my passion at least 5 years ago. I found I was going through the motions of living, doing the things I liked, loved even, but there was no joy in my life.
I used to love it, helping people. I was beyond elated when people would have insight and joy. It would make my soul sing and was one of my greatest happinesses. I find that in the moment I love it, but as soon as the session is finished, my listlessness returned.
